That's what comes to mind when I think of swinging-freedom. It's been a while since I was last on a swing. Not that I wasn't around one practically every day during the school year, but at those times, I was telling little ones to sit correctly, push your friend from behind the swing, don't jump from the swing, etc. Now that we've had Gavin, there's been a few opportunities to be around swings this summer, but they are mostly the full enclosure swings and I'm not about to try to get myself into one of those.
That was until a few days ago, when D. had Gavin playing in another swing and I decided that it was my turn. At that moment there was nothing better than feeling my feet lift from the ground and the breeze blowing in my hair. It kind of takes you back a few years. But in this particular moment, I was in a place I'll reveal at a later time, but let's just say I could hear the waves crashing in the ocean. Yes, the ocean, not the Gulf.
When was the last time you were in a swing? It's rejuvenating. And, if you don't believe me, take a look at the smile on this kid's face.